The atmosphere at home, since the most recent denouement between Cassie and me, has been decidedly strange. When I return home from work or after golf, I am greeted effusively by her, much hugging and kissing, making my drink, asking how my day has been, etc.

Often this leads to sex, with me acting the stud, trying to prove that I am all the man she needs. She never refuses or demurs, and I am constantly looking for evidence that she has been with Frank.

I discretely smell her breath and her pussy for traces of him, but she is always squeaky clean, which is too bad in a way, because I enjoy the odor of sex on her. I snoop in the laundry hamper for soiled panties or towels, without finding anything.

Now that my work replacement is on board, my schedule is relaxed; I can come and go as I please. I am home much of the time and return at unexpected times, too. Soon I will be fully retired.

Cassie expects that, with more free time I will take up more hobbies, possibly play more golf. I now know how resourceful Cassie can be when she wants, so I often go along with her ideas.

Frank’s name has not been mentioned in several days, and I don’t intend to mention him. If they are still fucking, let them work at it, I won’t willingly help.

On a Saturday, I answered my door to find Frank on my stoop. I was not very cordial. “She’s not here, she took the grandkids to the zoo.”

“I know; I called her; she said you were home alone.” He held out a six-pack of beer. “I need to talk with you.”

We sat on the den sofa. I muted the TV but left the video of the golf tournament I had been watching, just to annoy him.

“What’s wrong, am I at home too much for you, cramping your style with my wife? I know I’m supposed to play more golf so you two can have more fucking time.” I took a sip of his beer.

“Well, you have put a stop to that, my friend. She says you have to tell her when or if we can play again.”

“You did a bad thing urging my wife to leave me. I thought you were my friend.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I assume you know that I’m more than a little in love with her. But she has made it clear that she is not in love with me. Look, she really enjoys sex with me, but she always goes back to you for the real loving.

“She loves my dick because it reaches places yours can’t. I’m a freak of nature; you can’t shoot baskets like Michael Jordan either, but that doesn’t make you chopped liver.

“You are getting 90% and I get the remains; you should be happy that I’m keeping her satisfied for both of us.” He placed his hand on my thigh and gave it a little squeeze.

“Jim, I am no threat to you; you hold all the cards. Please let me enjoy Cassie too for as long as she is willing. I know it can’t last forever, you have forever locked in. We need to keep this woman happy, for all of our sakes.”

“Ten percent seems a meager portion on which to risk a marriage and a friendship to me; but that’s just me,” I replied. “Cassie and you have shaken my trust, perhaps irretrievably.

“Frank, I never signed on to ‘Free Love’ as they call it. When you were in a committed relationship, an occasional evening of wife swapping seemed a harmless enough diversion, and it gave Cassie a chance to kick over the traces now and then. There was an equity of sorts.

“When your wife left you, you became a competitor, one, as you say, with a bigger sword than mine. I wouldn’t try to guard Michael Jordan, and I won’t fight you for her affection. But you do not have my agreement to fuck her, period.

“I will soon be fully retired, and if you think I want to sit around the house every day and wonder if you two are off somewhere doing the nasty, you have the wrong idea. She is a free adult, not some paternalistic chattel, but she fools around at her peril.

“Now I’m trying to watch some golf; I have to work on my game. Now that I know you plan to cuckold me while I play, it’s hard to concentrate. Let yourself out, you know the way very well.”

I guess I have made an enemy, but he is inserting himself too far into my life, not to mention my wife. I have heard nothing from her about our meeting, though I’m sure he reported it all to her.

A few days later,Cassie surprised me, “So, tell me about your lady friend in Boston, what is she like?”

“She is a very nice recent widow, a little younger than us. Why do you ask?”

“Well, if she stuck with you when you were in a bad place, she must have had feelings for you. The fact that you remained celibate with her, when you were so upset with me and lonesome, says a lot about you and her, too, I guess. Do you correspond with her still?”

I shook my head. “I’m still married, why should I?”

“The notion of you having a girlfriend is titillating; maybe she would like to come here for a visit. I would like to meet her.”

Jesus, what a fucked up situation this is becoming, I thought to myself. “Well, you are right, I should send her a note to see how she is.”

So, that evening I sent an email to Helen. Her response was warm and friendly saying that she missed me and asking about my marriage. Cassie suggested that I invite her to visit, which I did after telling her that we were reconciled and living together again.

To my great surprise, she accepted the invite and didn’t decline when I invited her to stay with us. Cassie seemed more excited about the visit than I.

When we picked her up at the airport, Helen needed coffee and a snack, so we stopped in the city. When she kept addressing me as James, Cassie commented on her formality.

She replied, “It isn’t formal; Jimmy is the name of a schoolboy, James is an appropriate name for the mature, successful man I came to know.

“As we became closer, I admired his restraint, given the fragile, perilous state of your marriage at the time.”

It sounded to me like a rebuke, but Cassie took it in good humor, and called me James herself a few times.

We were at the Ferry Bldg. so Cassie suggested that Helen and I take the ferry to our North Bay town while she would drive ahead.

We had a pleasant cruise while I described the situation at home, to which Helen expressed skepticism of Cassie’s motive for the invitation, but had come anyway.

“San Francisco is one of my favorite places to visit, and I wanted to see you again.”

She kissed me on the mouth. I assured her that Cassie is a nice person in most ways. “Well, she certainly is beautiful.”

Cassie was at the ferry terminal to drive us home. We installed Helen in her room, and she took a rest.

When alone with me, Cassie informed me that she had invited Frank for dinner with our guest.

“What made you think of him? You have not mentioned his name in days. Do you have something up your sleeve?” I asked.

“No, darling, I just thought he might add to the party. He is a very interesting man, don’t you think?” She was smiling.

“You think he can turn every woman in my life into his whore?” The smile disappeared momentarily.

“Please don’t be cruel, I mean no harm.”

The dinner actually proceeded nicely, with cordiality and interesting conversation. We shared after dinner drinks in the den, the three of them on the sofa and I in my easy chair.

Cassie’s hand rested on Frank’s leg much of the time, noticed by Helen. Eventually, Cassie kissed Frank and said, “Why don’t you and I retire to the bedroom and leave Jim and Helen alone to get reacquainted.” She led him off with a little wave to me.

Helen was intrigued, “He is quite a hunk. Are they going to do what I think?”

“Indeed they are. Would you like to watch them, or perhaps join them? I’m sure they would like that. He is quite a specimen physically.”

“You know, my husband sometimes fantasized about me with another man. We never got to do it though. If we go watch, will you stay with me?”

“If that is what you want, of course.” We went to the bedroom where Casie and Frank were lying on our bed, still clothed, making out passionately.

“Come join us,” Cassie said when she noticed us. She reached out a hand to Helen. Meanwhile Frank was undoing her blouse revealing her luscious tits.

Her plan became clear; to get me to have sex with Helen as a lever to my agreeing with her fucking Frank, or whomever.

“No thanks,” replied Helen, “may we just watch for a bit?” She put her arm around my middle and kissed me.

Cassie didn’t bother to respond, she went right to Frank’s buttons and undid his pants. When she hauled out his nearly erect cock, Helen gasped at the sight.

“You see why I keep him around, LOL,” smirked Cassie, before sliding his foreskin back and slipping her mouth over the glans. He grew even bigger under her touch.

Helen turned to me and kissed me ardently, her hand went to my pants searching for my cock. “I can see how this would turn anyone on, me included.”

Soon there were four of us naked on the bed, sharing kisses liberally and touching each other. Helen was ecstatic, “My god, why didn’t I do this with my husband John?” She asked herself.

Lifting her mouth from Frank’s cock, Cassie said, “It’s never to late; come try this,” pointing Frank’s cock toward her.

“Jim and I haven’t even had sex yet, I couldn’t do that to him.” She looked at me.

“I have a feeling Frank will be in your pants soon enough, you might as well get it over with, be my guest.” I actually wanted to see her reaction to her first big black cock.

Frank rolled onto his back, his rampant cock waving in the air. She looked at it in wonder, grasped it and lowered her face until her tongue could touch the tip, making it jump.

“Gawd it’s big,” she whispered in her distinct New England accent. Cassie and I laughed, Frank moaned and held her head down until she engulfed his glans, then went deeper until she coughed and spit him out. Then she went back for more, showing great skill.

I looked to see if Cassie was getting jealous, but she seemed entranced, licking her lips, then kissing Frank. “Would you like to fuck him?” She asked Helen.

Helen looked questioningly at me. I kissed her and told her to go for it, she clearly want to.

I kneeled on one side, Cassie on the other. She slid a finger into Helen’s pussy to make sure that she was wet, then we helped her straddle the monster and slowly settle on it.

Her eyes rolled up in her head when she felt the first stretching of her labia, then a low moan escaped her lips as his glans gained purchase. She fell onto his chest and her lips sought his, her hard nipples pressed into him.

Cassie stroked her buns and slid her finger down her butt crack touching her taint lightly. She leaned over and kissed me, “Come fuck me darling, your friend will be a while, I think.”

She lay on her back beside Frank and opened her legs for me. I buried my face in her pussy, wanting to hear her first orgasmic yell. I was not disappointed.

When I looked up, Frank’s cock was nearly buried in Helen’s pussy to his balls.She was trembling in sexual ecstasy, her pussy lips puffy from the breadth of Frank’s cock expanding them.

Cassie turned onto her side, leaned up and kissed Helen just as she had a big orgasm. She slumped onto his chest again, panting and gasping for air. Cassie brushed her hair out of her eyes and they kissed again.

“That was beautiful, you two. Jim, get back here and do your duty to your wife. Helen hasn’t gotten Frank’s nut yet; she can’t stop now.”

That seemed to wake Helen up. She sat up and said, “No, I want Jim now, please. You can have him anytime; he is the reason I’m here.”

She moved off Frank and hugged me, pulling me down on top of her, “I’ve been dreaming about your wonderful pussy licking skills.”

I was not prone to argue. She was still spasming when my tongue hit her gaping pussy. I licked her from her ass to her clit, making her cum again.

We were entertained by Cassie’s cries when Frank pressed himself hard into her. She was soon cumming and begging him to fill her up with his baby cream. Very soon Helen followed suit, cumming on my talented tongue.

”Please fuck me now James. Ever since you left Boston, I have been thinking about this moment.”

I took her hand and led her to her bedroom. We spent the rest of the night making love and cuddling to sleep. When we woke, Frank was gone.

At breakfast the next morning, Helen told me, “I was thinking of renting a car and touring the coast up to Seattle for a few days. Would you like to join me?”

It sounded like a lovely idea, and might relieve the tension I was feeling. I said yes.

Cassie watched while I collected some warm clothes and packed up. She made no effort to stop me; just kissed me goodbye and said, “Have fun, and please come back; I love you.” She seemed a bit subdued.

As we got into the car, Helen asked, “Do you think Cassie would like to come with us?”

“You could ask her,” I replied, intrigued by the idea. Five minutes later, she returned from the house.

“She is throwing a few clothes together. She’ll be right out.” My heart leapt for joy.